KATHA

24 KATHA - REWARD

When he dropped me home late, I showered and slept like I was dead. It was 3am.

A chill skittered down my spine and my heart started thundering.

Aaiye Meharban by Asha Bhosle was faint in the background, a contrast to the storm building inside me. I forgot to turn the radio off.

No. I'd turned it off.

My eyes fluttered open when I felt something tickling the insides of my thighs. I jolted awake and pushed myself up, all ready to dance around my room thinking it was a bunch of nasty creepy crawlies about to turn my lady bits into a family home.

It wasn't the case.

Neither I could push myself up and dance around the room because both my wrists were secured together tightly with a rope and leashed to the bedpost.

Nor it were a bunch of bugs. My saree was pushed up to my hips and it was a messy head of a man between my legs. Nuzzling my inner thighs, raining feather-light kisses as his midnight hair tickled me. He held me like he owned me. Like I was his do to whatever he pleased whenever he pleased.

Rajas.

It happened so fast, my already rapidly beating heart was surrounded in a tempest of emotions. Everything that bastard was was like a forbidden fruit, tantalizingly hanging in front of me yet so far out of reach. It was frustrating. It was wrong. So wrong but the excitement and want was overpowering my senses. Senses that danced along the precipice of madness and threatened to plunge me into that abyss where I was lost to my darkness. It was the thrill, that dangerous, a magnetic pull, an irresistible allure that beckoned me closer, promising a rush of breathtaking pain and pleasure.

Kalki.

Kalki.

Kalki.

I thrashed violently, trying to kick his stupid face and clamping my thighs shut but his strong arms hooked around my hips held me down and spread me open for him like his own personal feast. The more I fought, the more my back arched and hips bucked right into his face. "What are you doing ?!"

It was too dark with the curtains drawn, I couldn't see his face when he lifted it from between his thighs. "Claiming what's mine, Little gazelle. You seem to keep forgetting it ? But you've been so good tonight. Kept yourself out of harm in such a beautiful way. I saw the car chase, saw you handling it, taking them down. It was poetry in motion."

"Let go of me and stop this nonsense. I'm serious, Rajas. You can't do this to me. You can't just own me without even showing your face. I have a good man out there, I'm sure you know ? I'll tell him everything. I want him. I kissed him. And I'll do it again."

His fingernails dug into my skin in a punishing force. He only stopped when he pierced skin beneath all his fingers.

I whimpered as pain burned beneath his fingertips. Hot. Sensual. More.

"Is that so ?"

"Y-yes."

"Then why are you dripping for me, Little gazelle ? Hmm ? I can see you, smell you. Are you going to lie to my face again like a pretty little liar you are ? Are you going to tell me you don't want me while you're so ready and weeping for me ?"

His mouth was back on the skin of my inner thigh, so close to the thrumming bundle of nerves yet so achingly far. A warm stroke, a soft suckle and a hard bite. Goddamn him. Bastard was a goddamn cannibal. I had his teeth marks all over me at this point from where he bit hard enough to take off a bite.

"I asked you a question. I'll let you know, everytime I repeat myself it won't be with words." He got on with lapping up the bite as if it were the most normal chore of his routine. It probably was.